He makes me happy. He is crazy, wild, jealous and VERY protective. He calms down and is the sweetest guy. I love him, even he pees on friends. i love him because I know he loves me, even when I don't spend hours rubbing his little stomach, petting him and smooching him. His eyes get me. It is love when you don't mind getting kisses all over the face, when he ruins your new shoes after wearing them ONE night only, when he destroys your homework (not an excuse) or eats 2 cell phone chargers and your new blackberry phone. I love him and his little face makes me happy even when I am sad and all I want to do is cry my eyes out.
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